Finn
Iwas a man on a mission. Somehow, after a night filled with jealousy and embarrassment and that damn moose peeing on my truck, the tide had turned. I had been given another chance. And I would not waste it.
My apartment wasn’t large. My bedroom was only a handful of steps from the door, but I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to carry Adele to my bed.
The whole way there, I kissed her and touched her and relished the feel of her body in my arms. I intended to lay her down and worship her.
I had already used my words, now I’d follow through with my actions to make sure she’d be mine.
I set her down on my bed and pushed her back, pinning her arms gently and kissing her neck. During our night in the forest, I had discovered a secret spot beneath her ear, and I’d use that knowledge to my advantage.
Adele’s body was the perfect combination of soft and strong, and she felt perfect pinned beneath me. Not that she wasn’t fighting me for control. Oh no, my girl was kissing me back, and she already had her hands in my hair, loosening it from its tie.
More than anything, I wanted to undress her slowly and carefully.
Our first time had been rushed and dark, but now, with all the time and space we needed, every inch of her was begging for my hands and lips.
She didn’t seem to agree with my plans, though, as she shoved her shorts down and went directly for the waistband of my pants.
“Slow down, She-Ra,” I pleaded, cupping her face. “There’s no rush.”
She pouted, with her bottom lip stuck out and everything. “I can’t stand down when your equipment is poking me in the stomach,” she said, palming my erection over my sweats. “Get naked.”
With a shake of my head, I dipped low, demanding a languid kiss from her. We were alone in my apartment, in a comfy bed. There was no way I wouldn’t savor every second of this.
Before I could start my carefully constructed plan, though, she pushed up and rolled me onto my back.
With her hands on my shoulders, she straddled me and rubbed her core against my aching erection. As if this moment couldn’t get any hotter, she lifted her arms and whipped her shirt off, then tossed it to the floor. In record time, she’d unclasped her bra and had sent it soaring.
I put my hands behind my head and smirked, soaking in the way she wiggled out of her panties like they were on fire. Once she’d freed herself of them, she settled on top of me again, completely naked.
This angle only highlighted how gorgeous she was.
She was athletic, with strong shoulders and legs, but still feminine.
Her tits, perfect and round, with dark pink nipples, were just the right size for my hands.
I hadn’t even touched her, but as I let myself take in every inch, she threw her head back like she could feel my perusal. And just like that, I changed my plans.
Needing something to anchor myself as she kissed, licked, and teased her way down my body, I gripped her hips.
As she went, stroking me over my sweats, she traced some of my tattoos with her tongue.
“You are beautiful,” she said, her fingertips teasing along my waistband.
I grabbed her hand and sat up. “And yours,” I whispered. “I’m yours, Adele. For whatever you want for however long you want. Any day, any time, I’m yours.”
Her face flushed pink, and she grasped the waistband of my pants and boxers. “Then I guess I better enjoy myself.”
She kissed down my abs, pulling at both layers until my cock sprang free.
Her eyes widened as she licked her lips.
I almost passed out at the sight. How on earth was this happening right now?
In true Adele fashion, she wasted no time diving in, licking and kissing her way down my shaft, rendering me incapable of speech or rational thought.
My brain went to battle with itself. On the one hand, this might have been the greatest experience of my life. But on the other, she was thwarting my plan. I was going to make love to her. Do all the things so well she’d never leave.
But her mouth… it was so good.
“I have condoms,” I blurted out awkwardly as she kissed the crown and swirled her tongue around it gently.
She didn’t stop, though. She continued her exploration without even a pause.
While this was the real-life embodiment of several of my favorite fantasies, I needed to stop her before it was too late.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I tugged gently to garner her attention.
She popped off my dick and smiled up at me. “I’m okay going without. Again.”
I nodded so vigorously my head spun as she crawled up the length of my body. I ached to feel the exhilaration of being inside her.
Straddling me on her hands and knees, she pressed her lips to mine and immediately demanded entrance.
“I want to feel you,” I said when I pulled away to catch my breath. “I can’t stop thinking about what it felt like to be inside you.”
I must have said something right, because a blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks. Then she was lining herself up with my aching cock.
She moaned as she sank down onto my length. It was a good thing I was on my back, because I was dizzy with lust and elation and relief. She was here. With me. Never before had I experienced the feeling of being exactly where I needed to be with exactly the right person.
With her back arched and her eyes shut, she looked like a goddess. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest at the sight of her. She was beautiful and powerful, and when she began to rock her hips, I saw stars.
“Look at me,” I commanded, gritting my teeth to avoid embarrassing myself and ending things early. Damn, the heat of her wrapped around me as she rode my cock was enough to send me over the edge if I wasn’t careful.
Opening her eyes, she grabbed the headboard and ducked low, ghosting her lips over mine. “You like this?” she asked, twisting her hips in some magical way that made my vision blurry.
Palming her ass, I spread her wider, forcing her to take every inch of me. “I don’t like it,” I said, pressing my head back into the pillow and groaning. “I love it.”
A slow, wide smile spread across her face.
“This is perfect. You and me,” I panted, desperate to fill my lungs and control the racing of my heart. “You feel it too. I know it.”
“I’m feeling a lot of good things right now, Stretch.” Her muscles tensed, squeezing me so tight stars were dancing in my vision again. Her rhythm was steady as she skated her hands up her torso to her breasts, but then she was pinching her nipples and upping her pace.
I traced my fingers down her chest and stomach and pressed my thumb on her clit. She gasped and tightened around me further as I rubbed gentle circles.
“God, you look so perfect riding my cock,” I growled.
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to hold back.
I wanted to flip her over and fuck her through the mattress.
But instead, I focused on her face. On the rapture that took over as she chased her orgasm.
Fuck, I hoped I could last long enough to see it.
My self-control was rewarded when she writhed above me and her inner muscles clenched. Calling out my name, she shuddered and shook, breasts bouncing, hair swaying, head thrown back in ecstasy. This moment was worth every single second of longing and waiting. Because this was it for me.
“Good girl,” I said, tucking an arm around her waist and rolling to pin her to the bed. Caging her in, I thrust inside her, reveling in the aftershocks, letting them fuel my need.
“Tell me, She-Ra. Admit I’m the best you’ve ever had. That I’ve ruined you for other men.”
She was blissed out and orgasm drunk, but still, she managed to roll her eyes. “You are so cocky.”
I shifted, pressing in deeper. “Only because I’ve got the goods to back it up. Now I’m going to fuck you hard, the way you like, and you’re going to come again. Got it?”
She was pinned to the bed beneath me, sated from one orgasm and ready for the next. Her nipples grazed my chest with every one of my thrusts, driving me even crazier. Every part of this woman was made for me.
She moaned and writhed beneath me, blatant evidence that I’d found the angle she liked. So I thrust harder, and in response, she squeezed me tight. Establishing a rhythm once again, I got to work kissing and sucking her peaked nipples.
Her screams of yes and harder and right there kept me focused as my vision began to blur.
Mine, mine, mine. The words echoed in my mind like a chant or a prayer as I tried to stave off what felt like it would be the most intense orgasm of my life.
Before I gave in, Adele had to know that I possessed her, body and soul.
I’d be damned if she didn’t understand before the night was over.
That the connection between us wasn’t purely sexual. It was spiritual.
Slowly, I cupped her chin. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were flushed. I needed her to see me, to get it. When she was focused on me, I slid my hand from her chin down to her neck and cuffed it loosely.
“Is this okay?” I asked, my attention locked on her so I wouldn’t miss any hint of trepidation or desire.
Her pupils blew out, and she arched her back and let out a low moan. That was all the encouragement I needed.
Fucking her so hard I was using the bed frame for leverage, I loosened the leash I’d had on my control. Beneath my fingers, her pulse raced. I couldn’t control it anymore. My thrusts became wild. And then she clamped down so hard my vision really did go dark.
There was nothing between us. Nothing to shield me from the intensity of her orgasm. And I relished it.
I let loose inside her. Unleashing myself and giving her everything I had.
There was nothing I wouldn’t give this woman. Nothing I wouldn’t do to prove to her that she belonged to me.